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It’s funny but I could hear

Your voice in the text

Like Heaney, when I’m reading his poetry

But this wasn’t a poem…

And I wondered why, after everything, I

Wasn’t worth the y or the o and

Whether the small x was really

Small enough…

As usual you misspelt my

Name…correctly; Kool, I

Guess, sure, cool enough…

For Sno…

I always admired ur clefer subtleties, those

Sledgehammers that cracked

The warped reflection of a fule

In a funhouse mirror…

Thankfully, you spared me emojis; perhaps

That was too krule 4 u, except, of course, for the

Sign off kiss, blud coloured lips that

Fed on my heart…

I wud frame it, but no-one

Keeps scrapbooks these days, not even a poet

 u